Galen picked Ryan up from school. It was the third time either he or Kate had been called to the principal's office in the past two weeks. This time it had been for fighting. The last time it was for acting up in class. They were at a loss over this new behavior and had been advised to have Ryan speak with a child psychiatrist. Sitting over their dinner of...
I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight. I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of...
I'm a firm believer that life needs to be a journey. It starts somewhere, develops, grows and ends at a defined point. The same rings true for subservient relationships. I met Jane a year prior, and in that year slowly converted a quiet but willing librarian into a raunchy cum slut. A shy, petite, pretty, early thirties brunette with a curvy figure, large b...
She was waiting bound to a pole. Her back was arched, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders and hiding her piercing green eyes. Her hands were handcuffed and tied to the pole at such a low level that she was forced to bow down. Her derriere was suspended in the air, held up by a silky linen wrapped tightly around her waist and fixed in the ceiling....
CHAPTER TEN Property Eric stared at his tattoo, alone in the bathroom, in a state of utter disbelief. He'd fled to the safety of the small room in a near panic from the moment they arrived home. His shirt was on the floor along side the plastic wrap that had been covering his new body modification, both hastily removed, tossed there moments after he'd slam...
"STRIP!" She stood frozen in terror. The order was harsh, totally unexpected. Her mind whirled furiously about; her body did not respond. Finally, she managed to stammer a few, incoherent phrases. "I didn't know... I wasn't sure... maybe I have the wrong address... maybe I should leave... I don't know..." "You knew damn well. There is no sign on the door o...
It was late Tuesday evening when I made my way over to the tattoo parlor. I'd been debating for some time whether to finally get inked, but life and work and everything in between had managed to get in the way. Yet the thought never left the back of my mind, and so I decided tonight would be the night. The parlor was like most I'd seen in my life- small, st...
At my sister's recommendation, I checked out the new tattoo artist in my apartment complex. "You'll love him, " she said. "He's like a surgeon," she said. I had my doubts. I had been searching long and hard for the perfect guy to trust with my body. I was planning on slowly becoming, I guess, the Illustrated Woman. I wanted one perfect artist for all my work...
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
“Good Lord,” Leila sighed to herself in her empty apartment. “Is there anyone else without a thing to do on a Saturday night?” She was, with the exception of her collection of tetras in the fish tank along one wall, alone. It was a beautiful Saturday evening in early summer, and even though there were concerts, movies, and a plethora of restaurants to enjoy...